Rain Once More
My lonely heart is as thirsty
As the parched desert for your rain it longs.
Bathe my rocks and sand,
Limpid love
of your
With a single
trickle
Left me not as a scapegoat
in the sullen wasteland.
Suffice it be even
in its shadowy clad--
in its shadowy clad--
your infinitely-missed visage be gaped at
I-MISS-YOU
Clasp my barren heart,
Oh dear,
into the bosom of your soul,
in the brightest shade of your countenance
Behold Grace permit me once more.
Oh, Paint a smile
on this poor and lonesome canvas, I pray.
Dry this drenched-tears pillows
and let me breathe once again
the lovely air
scented by your rarest presence.
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